Page 33 of SIN Bone Deep

He let me look, standing over me, completely still, his eyes downcast, seeming to study where my pajamas creased over my belly button as if that point of cloth held significance.

“Ender,” I whispered, and his eyes lifted to mine, his cheeks seeming to pink.

Emboldened I released the buttons that held my shirt closed and lifted onto my elbows to shed it before hooking my thumbs into my trousers, stripping them down my thighs swiftly, shedding a skin that I did not need, and then I held out my arms to him. “Ender,” I said again, and his eyes dragged down my body and then up.

He drew in a staggered breath, and I did not doubt that he knew as I did that this time there wouldn’t be a point at which we caught ourselves. This time we would cross it, and that meant as much to him as it did to me.

He lowered slowly in a glory of silken skin, the drift of his hair clinging to my eyelashes. The meeting of our lips was a lingering touch, and our mouths were softly open, but it was the way that our eyes locked in a scorching intense soul-searching that melted my heart. I wanted him. I wanted him in a way that surpassed every expectation, that hammered within my chest and ached through my body. I wanted to possess him. I wanted him to be that word… Mine.

He caught my bottom lip between his, sucking it into his mouth, his tongue tracing over it before he released it, and pushed off his palms, dragging his body down mine. I gasped out my moan, my jaw lifting and eyes closing, overwhelmed by sensation, seeking to isolate my senses so I could revel in the slide of his skin against mine, his lips and tongue tasting down my exposed throat, and over the plane of skin and bone above my breasts, before teasing each nipple in turn.

Blinded by my shuttered eyes, I nonetheless found his hair with my fingers, closing my grip in them as he breathed out over my stomach, the cool of his exhale raising the hair in a display of goosebumps, before he adjusted my knees, spreading my thighs wide and pressing them back so that my cunt was exposed to him.

I should have been embarrassed, but there was no time for it, the cool touch of his tongue tracing my entrance and delving within. He flattened his tongue and dragged it up, parting me before him as he had parted my thighs, opening me like a flower, and sucking upon the stamen of my clit, his teeth pinching it so that I cried out and arched into him, not sure if I sought to prolong or escape the intensity of sensation.

He drove me up and up with his tongue, never easing, so that when I came apart, it left me splayed and panting on the bed, realizing that there were different types of orgasms, and I had barely scraped the surface of what my body could achieve with my self-pleasuring.

He leaned on his elbow, his chest to mine, and cupped my chin in the c of his thumb and index finger in a gentle hold that drew my attention back to him. “Elenyx,” he leaned down and brushed his lips against mine.

“Yes, Ender… Yes.” I felt as if something was missing within me, my cunt hollow and hungry to be filled, and I knew that he could feed that craving. “Please…”

He nodded slowly, and adjusted his weight, bracing over me, his hips resting within the hollow of mine, his cock nudging, already seeking entrance to me. “It will not hurt,” he whispered against my lips. “They lie about that. It does not need to hurt… They just wish it to do so.”

He rocked his hips into me, allowing the tip of his cock to breach me. It was a foreign experience, a tangle of sensation, my body knowing that it was giving to his and trying to decide if it wanted to do so. He eased out, and his breath sighed cool over my cheek. “Ah… You feel so good around me, Nyx.”

The next slide of his flesh within me took him beyond the hold of muscle and bone, into my depths. My whimper was a fragile thing, but he stilled. “Nyx?”

“Don’t stop,” I whispered, my heels digging into his haunches, encouraging him onward. “It feels… incredible.”

“Mhm,” was gritty and deep within his throat, the sound of a man clinging to control, and his face sank into the hollow of my neck. “Elenyx… my Elenyx.”

“Ender,” my hands stroked up his back, into the wild tangle of his inky hair, and restlessly down. “More.”

He gave to the plea, rocking his body tightly to me, so that I felt the kiss of the tip of his cock against my cervix, and my sobbed breath trembled my lips with pleasure. He gripped me tightly, his chest heavy on mine, my breasts compressed between us, and his fingers gripping into the flesh of his thigh as he lifted my hips to receive him, his body finding a rhythm that was as natural to us both as breathing.

I hung onto him, seeking the surety of his body on mine within the wild ocean of pleasure that washed through me, rendering me all but mute, my groans, and moans fragments of inhalations with an echo of gasp behind it.

I understood suddenly, clarity snapping into place - this was what lay behind the misery of my Vossen ancestors, behind the risk-taking, behind the madness of it all. This was the reward worth the pain, this was the treasure that however fleeting made the loss sweeter.

His name was on my lips as I fell over the edge and felt him follow, his groan against my ear, and his cock within me pumping his seed into me before his body sagged over mine, still twitching out the last of his pleasure.

My hand had fallen to the pillow next to my head, abandoned in the throes of passion, though my other still clutched him tight. His hand smoothed up the sensitive skin of my forearm from elbow to wrist, and there straightened the bracelet of hair that wrapped around it, before threading his fingers into mine, no doubt taking note of the ring that I still wore.

“Thank you,” he said softly.

“Thank you?” My voice rasped in a throat dry from moaning. I swallowed to ease it.

“Thank you for sharing this with me. I am honored,” his lips moved against the skin of my neck, tiny kisses of sensual sensation against a decidedly erogenous zone. I felt my body react, my breasts aching into awareness, and my clit throbbing, a pulse echoed within my cunt. “I am honored to be the first that you share this with.”

I wet my lips. “I want more,” I whispered. “I want to do it again.”

His laugh was breathy, blowing cold over my chest as he lifted, the muscles in his arms shifting beneath the paleness of his skin, placing his weight into his hips so that his cock pressed tighter within me. His grin was wicked and wanton, his eyes filled with delighted fire. “More of me?”

“Oh yes,” I sighed it out on a moan, my hands finding his arse as my ankles crossed behind him, encouraging him onward. “Oh, yes…” I was certain I had tasted only the edge of what he had to offer my body, and I wanted it all. “More.”

“Mhm,” he groaned through his nose, his eyes almost closing beneath heavy lids as he began to thrust into me, with more force this time, trying something new, moving from gentle seduction and pleasure into ravishment.

“Oh,” my groan filthy with want. “Yes.”

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